Numb3rs Fic: An Animal Hunger
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #234 - Chew
Title: An Animal Hunger
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie gets in over his head thinking he can handle Don's dark side
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"You don't have to treat me like I'm fragile..."
"You can be rough with me..."
"You can't hurt me..."
Only belatedly Charlie fears he may have bitten off more than he can chew.
This dark Don is a brother he doesn't recognize.
He nagged Don to share the ugly places he goes in his head with him, but he had no idea.
There will be bruises; he'll have to wear long sleeves for a while. Charlie hopes they won't look too much like handprints, hopes he won't need more than one sick day spent wincing in bed to recover.
He cries out as his shoulders are wrenched back, Don's fingers gripping like claws on his biceps as he ruts hard, cock pummeling Charlie's ass - raw feral anger lashing out.
Charlie catches a glimpse of them fucking in the mirror: Don is glorious in this animal state - teeth bared, head thrown back, a snarling vicious howl on his lips.
Charlie is the prey to his brother-predator. Trembling, he surrenders to be devoured: sharp teeth, searing pleasure-pain and then oblivion.
The moon rises, Charlie is spread across the sheets like the remains of a feast and Don is still hungry.
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Title: An Animal Hunger
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie gets in over his head thinking he can handle Don's dark side
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"You don't have to treat me like I'm fragile..."
"You can be rough with me..."
"You can't hurt me..."
Only belatedly Charlie fears he may have bitten off more than he can chew.
This dark Don is a brother he doesn't recognize.
He nagged Don to share the ugly places he goes in his head with him, but he had no idea.
There will be bruises; he'll have to wear long sleeves for a while. Charlie hopes they won't look too much like handprints, hopes he won't need more than one sick day spent wincing in bed to recover.
He cries out as his shoulders are wrenched back, Don's fingers gripping like claws on his biceps as he ruts hard, cock pummeling Charlie's ass - raw feral anger lashing out.
Charlie catches a glimpse of them fucking in the mirror: Don is glorious in this animal state - teeth bared, head thrown back, a snarling vicious howl on his lips.
Charlie is the prey to his brother-predator. Trembling, he surrenders to be devoured: sharp teeth, searing pleasure-pain and then oblivion.
The moon rises, Charlie is spread across the sheets like the remains of a feast and Don is still hungry.
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